Friday, March 26, 2010

That Old Rat Magic Has Me in Its Spell


A poem sent by a friend, concerned by my silence regarding rats:

"Monuments"

So, does RatPoetry stand now,
A silent tribute, a monument
To Niccolo's temporary brilliance?
Telling of the glories, both, which were
His life and death?
Or will you begin, in
Time honored fashion to move on,
To write of rodents new,
Of squirrels?

Nicodemus (2010---original)

I must admit that I have been less than enthusiastic about rats lately. The cat-induced carnage had ended, and I shamefully acknowledge that my grief for poor Niccolo and his brethren (and "sistren") had faded. I admittedly have a short attention span also... Where was I? Oh yeah... A colleague of mine has to give up her two hairless rats, and after I meet them next week (the rats, that is), I may get to adopt these lovely beings! Do not worry, gentle reader--- I shall keep them safe from the cats! If all goes well (and part of this means that my rat-hating husband must never discover my intention to adopt said rats), there will be much fodder for new and exciting non-hairy, yet deliciously ratty poetry!
---Tracinator

1 comment:

  1. Who gets the cage? The rats or the cats? Or do you trust that they, knowing that they are all loved in abundance by the Tracinator, will live in peaceful co-existence?

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